Chapter 17 Mark You as Mine
"It seems like you would be needing another plate, I never knew you were such a gluttonous pet."
I snapped my head to look at him with my mouth still stuffed with food. I looked down at my plate and realized everything had disappeared. ’What happened to being demure?’ I just realized I’d been eating like a wild animal all this while, but what happened to the elegant and classy me? I burped slightly.
You know, it is not because I couldn’t control my habit; it must be the attitude of the real owner of the body I’m possessing. Anyway, the food tasted heavenly. I licked my finger; the spices had really penetrated through the meat.
I halted midway with my finger in my mouth as I met Damon’s gaze, who was now resting his head on his elbow, staring at me as if I was the most interesting thing in the room.
I continued licking my finger, making a popping sound as I stared innocently at him. My heart skipped a beat when I suddenly heard a growl vibrating from his chest. His gaze darkened slightly at me before he sat up straight.
"Don’t bite more than you can chew," he growled, handing another set of plates to me. Deep down, I knew those words held more meaning than it seemed, but staring at the food in his hand, my mouth watered more. I nodded my head as I collected the food from him.
I never knew eating freely like this was more satisfying than eating like an elegant lady. The way the meat watered in my mouth with heavenly flavour made me feel like I was flying in the clouds. Was this the power of starvation? Or was it just the food tasting this good? I couldn’t tell.
My hand rubbed against my belly as I felt full and satisfied. A burp came out as a testament to it. My eyes drooped as I felt sleepy. Well, I think I might have eaten a little too much. My appetite in the real world wasn’t this great.
"It seems like you are full. Now let’s move to the next activity on our list," Damon’s voice echoed in my ears, dripping with malicious intent.
The hair on my body immediately stood on end. "And what might that be... master?" I asked innocently, but deep down, I knew something was brewing in his mind.
He elegantly rose up from his seat before walking to the corner of the hall where coal was burning. He took out the burning red-hot metal, his lips tugged up into a devilish smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"I need to mark you as mine." His words hit all the warning bells in my head. I scrambled to my feet as my heart hammered in my chest, my fingers trembling. ’I knew nothing good can ever come from his evil mind.’ My lips curved into a silent smile.